Storm About to Burst - Mindforce

How can a man built from proud legacy pretend reality is only he?

You want a dream where we don’t disagree

Because we do now you won’t talk to me?

You wore your wrath like a pig in a pit

A tantrum sung by a coward

I gave a hand and you spit in my palm

I feel it brewing for you

Like a storm about to burst (on you)

Like a spell about to curse

Like a sword about to knight

Like a dog about to bite

You throw a gig we bust it

We hear your name we cuss it

We don’t want you around